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Thursday, May 26, 2011

When my mind weaves a tale...

''I've always written for an audience of one. For me, writing has always been the selfish, self-serving act of telling myself a story. You know, something grabs my interest and compels me to sit down and see through it.''

And how easily can I relate to that! (I'm sure almost every writer of any kind feels the same)

As it pleases a writer to write, so does it pleases him to read. For me at times it has been a random thought that struck a chord, or a certain person or sometimes a memory. And my mind starts weaving a tale on its own, I don't need a pen and paper or a computer in front of me. I see certain characters in my head, I see them living and interacting, thinking and evolving. They live their unique lives and they catch my attention. And that is when I feel the urge to write my story down, so that I can get can get deeper into my story, so that I get to know more about the characters I saw in my mind.

But when that doesn't happen, when I don't get to write it as soon I see it in my mind, the characters soon perish and their lives fizzle out. And they become a distant memory, like a half forgotten dream.

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I believe...

There are too many books I haven't read, too many places I haven't seen, too many memories I haven't kept long enough.

I quote...

''The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.'' ~ The History Boys.